In case you haven’t noticed, today is Friday the 13th. It’s not a day that bothers me because, some years, my daughter’s birthday will fall on Friday the 13th and I will never be afraid of celebrating the best day of my life. I think it’s weird that some people are afraid of the day yet others celebrate it with horror movies. Not me. I don’t watch horror movies. I’ve never seen any Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, Saw or any other horror movies (well, I’ve seen whichever version of Halloween had LL Cool J. And the first Scream. And that’s it.) But that doesn’t stop me from imagining horror. A different kind of horror.
A financial horror.
I’ve been wracking my brain trying to think of the most horrible financial event that could occur in my life. One that would wreck me on every level. I want to say that there’s nothing so financially awful that I couldn’t recover from it but there is one thing. And it’s so awful it makes me shudder to think about it. What is it?
Moving back in with my parents.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my parents. I really do. But there is no possible way I could ever live with them ever again. We have completely different styles of…pretty much everything (which makes for some interesting family visits). Without going into too much detail (because I can’t. Long story as to why), let’s just say it would get really ugly really quickly. It would be living in my own horror movie that I could not escape from. Like The Shining mixed with Hostel mixed with Amityville Horror (you know, because it’s on Long Island and so are my parents). Except worse. And it wouldn’t be much better for them.
So there you have it. The one financial thing that would make me cower in a corner, praying for a safe room.
What’s your biggest financial horror?